The assignment was, "My Irrational Fear As A Child"

When I was a little kid, my dad told me that if I was not inside by the time the sun went down, the "Bugman" would get me. So my young, over-active mind developed this image of a horrible, twisted creature with plated green and brown skin, lots of legs, and filmy high-speed wings.
As I grew older, I stopped believing in this Bug-human hybrid. I decided to ask my father why he had told me that a Bugman would get me.. and asked where he came up with the idea.

He then realized that through my childhood, I thought that the "Bugman" was a creature. In reality, the "bugman" was an old balding guy in a pesticide truck...
He just didn't want me breathing in the fumes.

THANKS FOR THE NIGHTMARES, DAD!